oh boy

esperienza surreale: io in soggiorno con la testa che pulsa dopo ore (e ore) di studio ininterrotto senza neanche andare in bagno per pisciare, occhi sfuocati, stomaco vuoto e gorgogliante (ho saltato la cena) ginocchia doloranti (le ho tenute piegate troppo a lungo) e i miei vicini che ascoltano a tutto volume una versione iper remixata di 'guarda come dondolo' (sono le undici e mezza di sera)
          Is this the real life

It's so funny to me how on every episode of criminal minds, when the gang starts describing to the local police who the suspect is, they take turns speaking in what is clearly a rehearsed script, which means that they had to practice beforehehand, possibly arguing over who should get to recite each part
          They are so dramatic

just finished watching Midnight Mass and it sums up pretty accurately how I feel every time someone tries to convince me to go back to church

a few nights ago i had a very vivid dream that a new mcr album had come out. it was extremely good, and the title was "In vulnera"

they had no fucking business making spirit so damn hot, by the way 

Being me is so funny because a while ago i was sure i was getting sick but i was actually just having a panick attack, and today i thought i was feeling a panick attack coming but it was really just my period, but also, the panick attack could still be on the table, what do i know. Or, i could be getting a cold, whatever 
          
          So, long story short, Anxiety or Physical Sickness, that is The Question

just finished what feels like the saddest book i ever read 

I know i shouldn't listen to the magnus archives at night but daaamnnnn

Granma: *opens the fridge, takes out a small box* Ooh, I almost forgot. We have to remember to eat this
          
          Me: What's that?
          
          Gran: Oh, it's... what's it called...? Uuh... It's... tongue!
          
          Me: 
          
          Gran:
          
          Me: Tongue?
          
          Gran: Yes, my friend gave it to me 
          
          Me: *sweating*
          
          Gran:
          
          Me: I'm not sure I can eat that
          
          Gran: What? No! It's not /tongue/! *whispers to herself* Why did I tell him that, now he won't eat it 
          
          Me:
          
          Gran: It's... It's ham! Yes. Yes, it's special ham 
          
          Me: 

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